Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Fishing Darwin Harbour In Cold Weather.

Hi there,

After talking about it for so long, Ozdodge and I finally went fishing on Darwin Harbour.
And the water was very cold...

  • It was my first time fishing with Ozdodge.
  • We fished Darwin Harbour.
  • We got a few small fish.
  • It was a great day on the water.
Ozdodge and I had talked about going fishing together for a while, but never found the time to do it.
Finally, the planets aligned just right and on a Saturday I received a phone call that went a bit like this: Hey, it's Ozdodge here, do you want to go fishing on the harbour tomorrow?
He didn't need to twist my arms, I said yes.

It is alway interesting to go fishing with someone you have never fished before, as it is the time to learn some new things. And, it often seems that there is alway something new to learn, about the art of catching a fish.

So on the harbour we went, the water was rather cold at 24 degrees celsius (73.4 Fahrenheit).
We were wondering if we would be able to find some Barramundi in such cold waters.
On the first spot that we trolled, it didn't take long for Ozdodge to come up with a little fish:

Ozdodge with the first fish of the day.

This was a little Trevally, and it was promptly released.
There is nothing like the first fish to lift the spirit of a fishing party, even when it is a little one.
As they say, a fish is a fish.

But not getting anything else there, we moved to a nice little creek:

Trolling a muddy creek.

That creek was full of bait, and this made us think that we had found the right spot.
but after a few troll for not much, We started to wonder about that. So I put my rod in the rod holder, and jumped on the cast desk, with another fishing rod in hand. Determined to flick at every little drain that we would pass.
As I am busy focusing on the little drains, Ozdodge call came in: You are on!
I look at my rod at the back of the boat, and yes effectively, the rod buckle down and something is obviously trying to pull the line out of the reel.
I jump back toward the stern of the boat with my flicking rod still in one hand, by the time I am about to pick up the bent rod, the line went limp... Too late... So I still grab the rod, just above the handle to check if the lure is still swimming properly. And bang a sharp and quick little jerk in the rod made me realise that something was still at the end of my line. But alas, that was the last I felt of it, because in this little jerk, it must have managed to spat the lure. 
And nothing more happened in this creek.

Ozdodge decided that we should try our chance in the next creek, and that was a good call...
We arrived to a miniature rock bar, where I was advised to drop the anchor. 
How big was the structure?
This big:

Mini rock bar in the mud.

This is the place where we were to pick up all of our Barramundi for the day.
After his second or third cast Ozdodge was on to a nice little Barramundi:

Ozdodge first Barramundi of the day.

It wasn't really a monster one, but it was the targeted species for the day, so the mission was accomplished. Well, except that it was now a two fish to nile in favour of my skipper.
It was time for me to wake up.
So I caught a Barramundi too. Not a big one but this one was mine, and was the first I got in about a month.

My first Barramundi of the day.

I got happy with that. We now both had caught a Barramundi, and from now on, everything else was going to be a bonus.
And what a bonus did Ozdodge took!

Another Barra for Ozdodge.

And to show me that it wasn't just a fluke, he nearly immediately repeated the effort:

Ozdodge and his third Barramundi of the trip.

I was starting to think that I was receiving a lesson in Barramundi fishing.
Near all of the Barramundi come from the very same spot, in a radius of a few centimetres. 
Obviously, they like this spot.
Trying to be as best a student as I could be, I finally caught another little Barra.

My last Barra of the day.

This one was rather small, and nearly on the cute side of thing, as what cute can be for a Barramundi.
I had caught my two fish on the same lure, the Reidy's Junior B52, a lure that I really like.

Barramundi and Reidy's Junior B52.

So to not be left behind, Ozdodge didn't wast any time in getting the last Barramundi of the day.

Ozdodge with the last Barramundi of the day.

The action died after that, but that was six Barramundi from the same spot, in a very short amount of time. So in my book, a good spot.
we wanted to be home early, so we started to make our way back.
Just stoping at a last spot, for a few quick casts, while drifting.
There I got a baby Rock Cod, which had totally inhaled my lure.
It was released at the side of the boat, to try to minimise its time out of the water.
Then I hooked something that pulled much better. But on the first jump I saw that it wasn't a Barramundi, it was a Tarpon. I played it a bit near the boat, until he made a beautiful jump. Shake all over and spat a soft plastic lure that had been broken in two.
Ozdodge quickly flicked his lure in roughly the same spot and off course, you guessed it, got another Tarpon.

Ozdodge fight a little Tarpon.

He managed to do better than I and boated his fish.

Ozdodge's Tarpon.

By Darwin standard, this was a nice Tarpon. And when your Tarpon is bigger than your Barramundi, you know that you have been catching some teenage Barra.
Yet it had been a great day on the water.
With plenty of little fish for the relatively short time that we spent fishing.
On this day, all of our fish  have been released.
Thank you Ozdodge for inviting me on your boat, showing me your fishing spots, and telling which type of lures work on them. It is always nice to learn some fishing tips.

And yes, I know. Once again, I got totally out fished.

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

Monday, April 20, 2015

2015 Top End Barra Series Round 2.

Hi there,

No long ago took place the round two of the 2015 Top End Barra Series.
And what an adventure it was!
  • It was on the Adelaide River.
  • I was supposed to fish with Nomad.
  • I ended up fishing with someone else due to electric problems.
  • It was very hard fishing for nearly every one in the competition.
It had been planned that I would fish this round on Nomad's boat.
So Nomad picked me up nice and early, to get to the Adelaide River.
On the way to the river, we stopped to buy some petrol in the boat. And a little incident, nothing dramatic, happened. I didn't really stressed about it, it was early and we were going fishing, that was the important thing.
The Adelaide is known as a fickle river when it comes to Barramundi fishing, and we had a plan.
The plan was simple: Use the information that Jason Arrabmundi had given me last year.
This was the best intelligence I could get on this river, and we were confident that it would help us, to catch a few fish.
Well the best of plans, don't always come to fruition... 
That I know, now.

Welcome to the Adelaide River.

As we arrived at the ramp, a few boats were there, and we chatted with some friends. Every one was full of anticipation, and on the happy side of things.
Then it was our turn to launch, and Nomad launched the boat, and stayed in the boat, while I went to park the car and trailer. As I came back I started to get a sense that the day might unfold in a slightly different way than what we had planned.
Nomad and his boat were drifting in the current, like if the outboard was not working.
And not working it was.
The battery was flat. It is with the help of the electric motor, and it's small battery that Nomad was able to come in the vicinity of the boat ramp.
Not far from the ramp is a local business who own a very large and safe pontoon, but they refused Nomad who's boat was in distress the use of it. So between their pontoon and the boat ramp, on a very muddy bank Nomad throw me a rope, which I tied to a tree.
Now Nomad just had to jump on the mud, and go and pick up a spare battery in the car.
This sounded very simple, until he jumped out of the boat.
The mud was really deep and to his waist, Nomad sinked in.
Now, The place is well known, for its very large number of big crocodiles. Honestly I can't say that I forgot about them for a second when I saw Nomad, stuck in the mud on the water edge.
I screamed at him to try to slide or crawl on it. Which he was already trying to do anyway. But it took him a very long time to be close enough to be able to grab my hand and pull himself out of this dangerous situation.
But once out of the mud, we thought that it would be all good from there...
All good it was not, yet...

Nomad got a spare battery from the car, and a boat with a friendly crew took us both to Nomad's boat. Then towed us a few hundred metres up the river. At a spot where we could safely tie the boat in the shade of a few tree, and Nomad started to swap the batteries. While I started to clean the boat from all the mud covering most of the boat by then.
Once the new battery in place, Nomad turned the key and... Tic tic tic ... But no outboard roaring.
The spare battery was flat too. There are days like that, where it is better not to ask why.
This looked more and more like one of these days...
Totally demoralised Nomad cracked open a beer, and I started to flick a lure thinking that this was all the fishing that I would have for the weekend.
Moz and Ruti came passing by and asked if we had any trouble...
We did tell them what was our problem. By then we though that it might be an electric problem, and didn't want to play to much with it on the water.
So we asked them if they could tow us back to the ramp so we could simply go home.
But Dean passed by at the same time and offered me to fish with him for the day, as he was solo in his boat.
After checking with Nomad if it was Ok, I eagerly said yes. I might still get a fish!
But first we towed Nomad back to the ramp, and helped him to get the boat back on the trailer.
And soon, I was zooming up the river on Dean's boat:

Zooming up the Adelaide River.

Dean's big smile, and the wind of a moving boat quickly brought back my spirits.

Dean in the "Bat's Boat".

We went past Goat's Island, and I recognised a spot that we had successfully fished with Arrabmundi in the past. When I told that to Dean we decided to try to troll the place. 
First troll and we saw on the sounder a big school of Barramundi. At least thirty fish, in the 70cm range, size wise. They were an active school of fish, distributed over most of the water column, nearly from the bottom to the surface of the river.
We waited for the hits on our lures, but nothing came.
We turned back and tried to find the school again: they had totally disappeared. It was now impossible to find them. 
We looked closer to the bank, in the middle of the river, on the other side of the river. To no avail, they had disappeared just like that.
We speculated on the fact that maybe a shark or a crocodile might have been chasing them. But we couldn't be sure of anything, apart from the fact that we could not find them no more.
So we went a bit further up the river. And casted soft plastic to some snags. We got some small hits, but nothing massive, and more importantly, nothing stayed connected.
Dean got a 10 cm Barra to the boat, but that was about it.

It was well past mid day and we decided to go back to Goat Island, for a burger.
On the way back, we decided to have a bit of a troll, just where we had seen the fish before.
And yes, I got a small hit, wasn't too sure if I was on or not. And was starting to think that I might have hooked a small catfish. But it came to the surface and started to jump: it was a small Barramundi. We called it for a 45cm one. And I was really hoping that it would be at least 50cm, so I would be on the board.
It wasn't a big fish and we quickly got it to the boat, and were able to me sure it:

My Little Barramundi.

It was 51cm! (20.07874 inch) Too small to keep, but big enough to put me on the board, and to avoid the dreaded donut. Quickly photographed and released, this little fish brought our spirits right up there. There was fish in the water.
We trolled a few time the same spot for no success, so went for a burger at Kai on Goat Island.
There we found a few of the Top End Barra Series lads, all lamenting about the hard fishing and saying how good the burgers felt on a day like this. 
So we eat some burgers.
After a bit of a rest in the shade, and a chit chat with everybody we decided to go back and try our luck once more.
But we didn't go very far, in fact we stopped not long after in a shady spot where Moz and Ruti had stopped too. And we had a bit of a chat with them, taking it easy.
The river really looked good, but the fish simply were not in the mood to feed.

The Adelaide River.

We then decided to try a bit more, but not too hard, and to finally head home.
Dean had definitively saved the day for me, thank you Dean for inviting me on your boat.

Nomad's boat problems were simply that the battery were flat. He had since got the thing checked and new battery have fixed the issue. So it wasn't a major electrical problem, thanks for that.

The Adelaide River can be a very difficult river to fish. Yet I have had some really good day on it, and I know people like Arrabmundi who have caught some really good fish in it. And more than once, so the fish are definitively there. 
Just not easy to get.

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

2015 Top End Barra Series Round 1

Hi there,

Yes, Last weekend was the start of a new Top End Barra Series.
2015 already promise to be an interesting year for the TEBS as it is affectionally known by many of its participants.

  • It was the first round for 2015.
  • It was at Shady Camp.
  • It wasn't easy fishing.
  • It was still a great weekend.
  • Most of my fish were caught on very small Reidy's soft plastic.
This time, once again I was teamed up with Brett, who had invited me on his boat. 
This was going to be at my advantage, as Brett as a good knowledge of Shady Camp, having fished the place for many years. This year the fishing was going to be very hard, I don't know if it was the wind, the storm, the heat or the lack of a good wet season, but the fish were not there in big number, and were playing hard to get. In these conditions, Brett experience had been critical in my ability to catch some fish.

We Launched the boat, early on Saturday morning, not before having installed our camp on the Shady Camp camping ground. A few people had already setup their tents, but the sheer number of car and trailer on the parking made it clear that we would not be alone on the water. After all, it was a weekend, and also the first round of the 2015 Top End Barra Series, in which about 110 anglers were taking part.
Our plan, was not to go to the mouth of the big rivers to try to catch a record sized Barramundi, but rather to go up the little creeks, and catch a big number of medium sized ones. Well that was our plan anyway... As it turned out, not going to the mouth of the big rivers was a good plan, as most people who went there didn't score the dream fish. Still one competitor boated a 125cm (49.212598 inches) Barramundi, a dream for many Barramundi anglers.
But overall, most people caught a small amount of fish, and from what I heard so far, not that many were big fish. I could be proved wrong once the officials results come out, after all some people prefer to keep their cards close to their chest, when it comes to fishing competition.

So after a few minutes of zooming the big river, we took a sharp turn in a little creek and started to go as high as we could... Only to be blocked by the lack of running water over the creek bed. So we stopped, and waited for the tide to catch up with us, so we could go a bit further up. Every now and then we were able to go up one or two turn of the creek, and would have to wait a bit again for more water to push through. 
I had rarely seen a creek with such a dark water.

Little creek with dark water.

As we were waiting about where this previous photo was made, casting to the little back eddy upstream and downstream of the boat waiting for the water to rise, a guid boat with two customers in it came and stopped just opposite of us. Just a bit more than a fishing rod length between the two boats. 
The guide was one of Brett's mate, so they started chatting.
I continued casting up and down, while the two punters on the guide's boat were listening to the conversation. At one point, my lure came back to me,with a few little weeds on it. So I dangled the lure in the running stream, just between the two boats, to try to clean it. Just as I was doing so, a little Barramundi, came out of nowhere and wolfed down my little soft plastic lure under the surprised eyes of us all!
We did boat the beast, and it measured a grand total of 51cm (20.07874 inches)!

First Barramundi of the weekend.

This was no big fish, but it was just big enough to not only be a point scorer in the Top End Barra Series, thus saving me from a donut. But it also got the two customers on the guide's boat in action and they started to pepper the water with their lures.
This little fish had taken the monkey of my back, I was now a very happy chap, with a little fish.

Eventually the water got high enough for us to get where we wanted to be, at the end of a small billabong, just above the only escape point for the water, and all the bait that swim in it. Hoping that a few nice Barra would have had the same idea, we started to flick our lures towards all the ambush point that we could see. This was a great plan.
But the Barramundi didn't know about it, and just a few very small ones were hanging around.
Brett got a few, while I could not put a hook in any of them.
It was good fun, but no point scorer there.
So we decided to try somewhere else.
Went to another creek that lead us into another even smaller billabong. But with lily pads, tarpons and all, another seemingly very attractive Barra habitat... Well seemingly, because very few were anging around... A sense of deja vus started to float in the air, Brett was catching little rats Barra, and I was getting nothing. 
Then I got a strike, and started to reel a little fish!
Alas, not of the right specie.

Little Catfish on the Zman soft plastic lure.

This was a small one, and it was quickly release, without any needs to get it in the boat.
Then I changed my lure, for a small Reidy's soft plastic.
And finally I got a little Barra too. Very small, but a fish is a fish!

Selfie with a Barramundi.

I was actually impressed by the dark colour of these fish. All the Barramundi that I had caught before were either full chrome with a yellow tail, or just a bit toned down, but these ones were really dark, with a black tail. Even Barramundi that I had caught in billabong were cleaner than these. These little fish had obviously spent more time in fresh water than in salt water.
Not having much luck with the big Barramundi in this spot, we decided to move a bit further away, in another creek. On our arrival we saw a big Jabiru standing guard at a turn in the stream.

Can you spot the Jabiru?

Here it is.

I like the Jabiru, because they remind me of the storks I used to see overseas as a kid. In fact Jabiru and stork are birds of the same family, as this article on Wikipedia explains.
Still not finding any fish there, we returned to the first spot of the day, and this would be the story of the weekend. Going from one spot to another to try to find the fish. Sometime without success, and sometimes with success.
This time it was rewarded with success as Brett finally caught a point scorer:

Brett and his point scorer.

His Barramundi was measuring 51cm (20.07874 inches), exactly the same as mine!
What were the chances of a coincidence like this one?
Now we both had a fish and both were on the board, no more monkey on anyone's back.
Brett then went on catching a few fish in a row, but being too small for being point scorer, he kept releasing then faster than I could photograph them.

Brett quickly release a juvenile Barramundi.

The place was beautiful, and here too the water was very dark, nearly black.

Little creek and flood plain.

The decor was great, but the action rather poor, so we decided to go where we had caught a few fish last year. This from my point of view was going to be a very good move, as I was to catch there in a few minutes, my two biggest Barramundi of the weekend. Now when I say the two biggest, don't wait for some monster fish, but they were going to help me to just raise in the first quarter of the score board.

I first got my biggest fish of the weekend:

My best Barra of the weekend.

At 65cm (25.590551 inches), it was big enough to revive my spirit and hope, that all was not lost.
I caught this one on the left hand side of the creek, upstream from the boat. We could hear and see, small to medium sized Barramundi boofing around the boat. Some too far away to cast to, but some of them were well inside of casting distance. We could also see plenty of very nervous bait in this creek, and it should have gone like crazy, but it was still a bit slow. I was starting to wonder if this was due to the weather, as it was very hot. Even at the end of the afternoon, and we could feel a storm brewing. After a few cast in the same spot of  where I had just caught a fish, but with no more results. I decided to cast on the right hand side of the creek, thinking that the fish may have moved to the other bank.
I flicked my lure, the closest I could from the bank, really trying to hug the edge of the water, as this is where we could usually see the boofs. I reeled in very slow my little soft plastic, and a bit of a tap on the line, quickly followed by a bent rod made me realised that I was on again.
This one gave a much better fight that its predecessor, and I was expecting a better fish to come to the surface.
Only once it was boated and on the brag mat we could see, that in fact it was actually one centimetre shorter than the one I had boated just before.

Barramundi before the storm.

This one was just 64cm (25.19685 inches), but was proof that Barra were to be found in these waters.
We were starting to accuse the fatigue of the day, and the storm was practically upon us.
No matter how beautiful this looked like, we decided that it would be safer to zoom to the ramp, and head to camp.

The storm arriving on the flood plain.

Just as we arrived at our camping ground, we could see that the storm was truly on; just where we had been fishing just a few minutes ago.
I wanted to take a photo of it and I did...

Northern Territory storm.

Just after I made this photograph, as I was trying to get a second and better one, thunder cracked over my head, and lightning fell about one hundred meters in from of me. The sound made all my bones crush on themselves, and the light made me jump back. I turned around to see Brett quickly getting in the car and shouting at me to do the same. So we both sat there a few minutes, just to make sure that lightning was not falling on us, and laughing at what had just happened.
And decided to start cooking our evening meal.
With the rain half falling on us and lightning all around we decided that the best was to be as fast as possible, and went for the bacon and eggs.

Quick dinner.

Once in a sandwich, it went done rather well, and made us more hungry. So we then put two steak in the frypan, and had steak with potatoes salad.
By then we started to fell full and tired. Wondering if we should go for a bout of night fishing, and try to get ourselves a few good fish. But with lightning falling all around us, we decided that using graphite rods in these condition was tempting chance a bit too much, and opted for an early night.

All night, the lightning fall all around us. I kept waking up and seeing flash of lights lightened the inside of my small tent. In fact the storm wrecked my tent, as the two poles that are supposed to support it, broke during the night, and in the  morning the tent was a write off.

Two broken tent poles.

Yet the morning arrived, and wildlife was there to great us:

Kite on a Pandanus in the morning.

On one side the sunrise was beautiful:

Sunrise at Shady Camp.

But if you looked the opposite way, it was still very much overcast.
In fact as we launched the boat and started on the river, we saw a few boats who had passed the night at the mouth of Sampan creek, heading back towards the ramp. Some of them still wearing raincoat and looking haggard. 

Overcast morning on the river.

We tried a few places, without much success.
Then Brett showed me a place that he used to fish many  moons ago, and said that we could get a good surprise by casting to the snag against the bank. As he had has some good fish there in the past.
As we started to flick Rossco, one of the main organiser of the Top End Barra Series came to pass us on the water, and stopped for a chat.
We could hear and even see some boof, showing us that indeed there was some Barramundi in the vicinity. But we could not catch any...

Rossco, one of the man behind the TEBS.

We were having a few flick, a bit of a chat, then a few more cast, and chat again.
At one stage as I was flicking my little lure towards the snag, and listening to the conversation at the same time, a sharp jerk in my line reminded me without any question why we were there.
Line peeled a bit, the fish went down, then jumped, yes it was a Barramundi!
tIt then swam towards the boat, went under the boat, and because I was not very focused, my line started to dangerously rub on the propeller of the outboard. I had to put more than half of my fishing rod underwater to get rid of this sticky situation and finally get my rod on the same side of the boat as the fish was.
Brett did a good job at netting it, and I had my fourth point scorer of the weekend.

My fourth point scorer of the weekend.

This Barramundi came in at 63cm (24.80315 inches), and was going to be the last one of the weekend to give me a few points in the competition.
After catching this fish, the three of us really started to believe that we could do it, and our lures started to drop in the water all around the nearby snags. Alas, no other fish came from this spot.
We moved a bit further away, tried to troll, and flicking again. For nothing much really.
We moved back at the top of the little creek where Brett had got his Barra the previous day.
There I got another one, but a very small one:

Little fish selfie.

This baby one was release as quick as I could after just a quick selfie.
There we even tried some surface lure, popper and fizzer, and got some good hits on them. But once again, the fish didn't stay connected.
At one point I saw some bird footprints in the mud, and started to wonder what it would be like to be a water bird, on a river full of crocodile?

Bir's footprints on the muddy bank.

But it was starting to be early afternoon, we still had to pack up the camp, and drive all the way back to Darwin, so we took the decision to call it a day, and head home.

Thank you Brett for inviting me on your boat for the weekend, I had a great time.

The plan to try to find fish at the top in the little creeks, proved to be good, even if we didn't get as many as we expected. Out of about 110 participant, about 50 came back without catching any fish. So I personally see our weekend as a successful one. We had some good laughs, we had good food, and a few fish. What else does one really needs?

Yes, maybe if my tent had not been partially destroyed...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

Monday, March 9, 2015

The Two Days Boat Hire Prize

Hi there,

Yes I won a very cool prize...
  • I won a 2 days boat hire prize.
  • In the FFF Seadogs fishing competition.
  • It mad me very happy.
The the FFF forum as an annual fishing competition, called the FFF Seadogs, and it is a great competition every year.
I didn't do very good in it last year, but not long ago, I learnt that I had in fact won a door prize, and what a prize!
A two days boat hire from Hooked-up Boat Hire in Darwin.
And here is the voucher to prove it:

Hooked-up Boat Hire gift voucher.

Hooked-up Boat Hire is a family business, started in 2006 and is doing great today. With now six boats to choose from when deciding to go for a fish.
Often while fishing, I have seen their boat pass in front of me, and they always look clean and in great condition.
So I really can't wait to go and use this voucher, and then write all about it!
For once, I will be able to invite someone to go fishing, instead of being the one who always hope to be invited.

I am really impatient about it, I think that it would be a great two days of non stop fishing.
Sadly I still have to wait a little while for the weather to be a bit better.
And If we can get lucky get a few fish that would get me a bit higher on the overall scoreboard of this competition. I have done not too bad in the second round (Which is not finished yet, so I can still get relegated at the bottom of the leader). But the first round was terrible for me, with a big fat donut. I had not been able to find any time to fish the first round, and ended with a big zero for it...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.

Monday, March 2, 2015

Casting Into Little Creeks.

Hi there,

On the first of March, I went fishing after just a month without any fishing done...
What a long time it had been.
And here is the tale of it.
  • My beloved St-Croix fishing rod got broken.
  • Seano got all his Barramundi on his own homemade fishing lures.
  • Most of our fish had scars from previous attack by predators.
  • I got my third biggest Barramundi so far.
It started in the evening, around a table at the Ski Club, where a few friends were talking fishing.
At one point Seano asked me : "Do you want to go fishing tomorrow?"
You guess it, the answer was that yes I wouldn't mind going for a fish.
After all, I had not fished for a while, and was starting to seriously miss it.

The following morning, I waked up teen minutes before the pick up time and rushed to get a clean, and dressed, getting my gear and in front of the door, waiting for Seano to pick me up.
I usually wake up way before the alarm clock ring when going fishing, but this time, don't ask why, I slept right through the alarm, and wake up by chance just in time.

Anyway, on the road we went, stoping at a service station, as I didn't had a breakfast yet.
And we arrived at the ramp to find a few boats already there, but not so many that it would be a pain in the neck.
We started to get the boat ready, Seano hop in the boat, and walk on the only fishing rod I had taken for the day, my new and beloved St-Croix bait caster. Now what happens when someone walk on a graphite fishing rod? It usually breaks, and this is just what happened...
My heart sank, I liked this rod, it was practically new, and this was the only one I had with me on the day...
Seano found a solution, and the rod was quickly fixed, albeit a bit shorter.
We were able to go fishing!

And this is where it started to be even scarier...
Seano asked me to get in the boat, while he backed it down the ramp, and to idle in place while he was going to park the car and come back.
For the people who know me, steering a boat is not my forte, and I tried as much as I could to stay cool, the launch went well, the stay idle part without hitting anything went ok/so so, and then I had to come back toward the ramp to pick up Seano who had parked the car...
Another boat was doing the same thing at the same time, and I nearly ram the boat into them.
If they hadn't caught the railing of Seano's boat to turn the hull back a bit on the left, it would have been a full frontal collision. 
Seeing that Seano quickly jumped in the boat and got us out of there.
In direction of our first little creek to explore.

Seano wanted to test one of his new own homemade fishing lure, and I was casting a weedless soft plastic.
We got a few little hit, but nothing very serious.
Then Seano casted in the middle of a snag, working his lure very slow, as to not snag it, when a little Barramundi came out of nowhere and just totally nailed his timber lure.
That was an interesting little fight around all the submerged little branches, but the fish came into the boat, and that was the first Barra of the day.

Barramundi on Seano's homemade fishing lure.

This fish was just one centimetre above the minimal size limit, but was released, as it looked like he already went through a hard day:

Barramundi with predator scars on its side.

We couldn't be sure of what had left these scars on the side of this Barramundi? But if he survived an attack from another predator not long before, he deserved to have another go at life.
So in the drink it went back, lucky little bugger.

withe the action being a bit on the slow side in this creek, we decided to try our luck in the next one, and off we went.
Seano, was obviously not yet convinced of my utter inability to steer a boat, he put it on inexperience, and told me that it was time for me to learn. So he asked me to sit in the pilot seat and to drive...
I think that it gave him a good laugh.

Everything is fine.

Yes, this is me trying to pretend that I am fine and that everything is under control...
Yet my feet don't even touch the floor.
Luckily we didn't need to go very far, and the next creek was there, for us to try again at catching some Barramundi.
And Sean did it again, on the same lure that he had made himself:

Seano with the second Barramundi of the day.

This was a very small creek, full of bait, yet the Barramundi had preferred to go for the lure instead of one of the many little mullet swimming around. This must have been a good lure.
With the fish in the 60s, it was a good size for food, and in the esky it went.
As the action went quiet in this creek, we moved to the next one.

I once again changed lure, Seano continued to use the same one.
I didn't catch a fish in the third creek.
Seano got his third Barramundi in the third creek.

Seano Third Barramundi of the day on his timber lure.

In each creek the Barramundi seemed to be bigger and bigger.
This one went 75cm (29.50 inch) and it was kept too.
This one had given a very good fight, hooked at the front of the boat, it swim past our side on the left, turned just under the outboard, to start jumping on our right, with Seano's line still under the propeller of the outboard. Hairy situation, but in the end, she was netted and we were happy.
You can see, still hanging from her mouth, Seano's homemade lure. 

By then, Seano started to reminds me that it was a three to nil, like if I was to forget about that.
Yes, this is what fisho do, and this is part of the fun too, what ever end of it you find yourself at.
Seano was smashing it, and I was not getting any.

As we arrived to our fourth creek, Seano, told me that if he hadn't his own home made lures, he would use a certain type of lure... And I had this type of lure in my tackle box...
Should I use it? 
Of course I should!
But he also said that I should just roll it in slowly, without jerking it. 
Now, I really like to work my lure, as much as I can. Even my soft plastics can often been seen dancing all over the place, instead of just bouncing them softly on the bottom of the creeks. 
So I tried that, and got a hit, but it didn't connect.
Did a second cast, same direction, but thinking that I might have flicked my lure a bit too close to the left bank, start to roll it in, suppress the big envy to make the lure swim in an erratic fashion. Trying hard to just go slow and not doing anything else.
And... 
I am on! Just a few feet from the front of the boat, my line tense and start to peel away, straight for the other end of the creek.
One long big run, that I can't stop, finally it stop, then go again. With nothing that I can do, we start to wonder if it is a Barramundi or a catfish? Could it be a Jewfish in such a shallow creek?
It is not jumping, it stays underwater, and we can't see any colours in this muddy water. Finally I can get a bit of line, with the fish staying in the middle of the creek, then going for the left side of it, which is ok as it is all mud on this side. But it turns and aim for the right bank, in the only place where there is a tiny little snag emerging out of the water. I am not sure that I will be able to stop it, as Seano tells me to not go too hard on it, as this very lure as some split rings that are not the best in the world, and that this fish seems big. We are still unsure of what it is.
Then the fish came on our left, pass the boat and head straight for the big river and the end of it.
As it passes us, it made a strange run, very short stop followed by a bigger stronger run. Seeing that Seanos exclaim : This is a Barramundi! Typical run of a good Barramundi!
So far we have seen a few boils on the surface, but the fish hasn't revealed itself yet.
It was so close to the boat when it passed us, but seemed to be so far no.
It has no problem to go from one bank of the creek to the other, and is now nearly at the mouth of the creek.
Then it came to the surface, not really breaching it, more rolling her side out of the water.
This is when I saw the big shiny chrome scales of a big mama Barramundy.
I was already rather excited but just right then, I nearly went full panic mode, thinking that this was a good fish and didn't want to loose her.
Step by step, it finally came close enough to be scooped in the net.
Oh yes at that moment, a few high five and yahoo were heard on this calm little creek.
Then Seano tried to lift her and said: 'Expletive' She is so heavy mate that it's a metery!
A metery it was not to be, but heavy, fat and fit she was.

My Barramundi of the day.

After a full month without fishing, my first Barramundi to come onboard was 95cm (37.40 inch). 
I was not going to complain about that, this was my third biggest Barramundi ever!
And my first good one on my new Curado reel, I was more than happy with that.
She too had some big scars on her body made by an unknown predator.
Once again, I got a good fish, because I had listened to a more experienced fisherman than I.
Hopefully, one day I too,  will be able to pass a few fishing tips to someone, and feel that I am helping in that domain.
Like all big Barramundi, she was released to grow a bit more, and more importantly to give birth to a few generations of little Barramundi, and keep our fisheries sustainable.

Seano, releasing my big girl Barra.

Once again, it was a bigger fish than in the precedent creek, and a one fish creek only.
But we didn't cry about it, and happily started to move toward the next one.

By now, Seano had understood that it was much safer and fast if he drove the boat himself, so we zoomed there.
This new creek called for a new technic, and the vibes came out.
Seano is experienced in vibes, I am not.
Seano caught some fish on the vibes, I did not.
So what did he caught you may ask?
Well that is when the not a Barra fish started to come out.
And the first one was a little eel.

An eel on the lure.

This was not the expected catch, and it was quickly released.
it didn't seems to have any trouble to swimming back in the deep, without asking any question.
We could see the fish on the sounder so we tried for more, and Seano got a nice little Threadfin Salmon.

Seano and the Threadfin Salmon.

But the clouds started rolling, and the time to fly away, so we decided that it had been a great morning on the water, and that we should make for the ramp, before a storm decide to hit us.

Cloudy skies.

We hadn't gone too far from the ramp, so it was a short journey, and the boat was back on its trailer, and with us, heading back to town.

Thank you Seano for the invitation, I had a great time, and now want to go fishing again.

Of the four Barramundi that we caught this morning, three of them had scars on them.
I don't know if the sharks are running out of food, or if this was just a coincidence, but we did find that interesting.

I hadn't fished in a full month, and it took me 8 change of lures before I finally listen to my skipper, who had fished these creeks many times before, to finally put the ninth lure at the end of my line and catch a fish. Once again, I should have paid a bit more attention at what I was being told earlier...
But I might still try some other lures next time before getting the one that work out of the tackle box...
So many lures to try, and such a small amour of time to do so...

But hey, it could be worse.
Have a good day,
Me.